Descriptive Essay About My Friendly Karma

“I was disappointed at first because we had a cabin with no water,” Cook said. “I didn’t have a fun thing to do in the summer, but it was actually pretty fun.” Her neighbors had dirt bikes, so they would go riding where the lake had once occupied.

It was late in the afternoon when me and my family—two sisters, my young nephews and my cousin—decided to take a walk and embrace nature. It was so tranquil and genuine. People were having picnics and enjoying each others company, they looked happy. It

I had a very busy, yet fun summer. It went fast, but I had a good time. My summer mostly consisted of; playing baseball, going on vacation, and attending my family reunion.

On Sunday, I was playing in the yard after church like always with Abigail and Elizabeth, my two closest friends. Abigail was always first to grow cold and beg to go in, which we always complied. We first pulled off our heavy down coats to hang, then we cleaned up our shoes so we wouldn’t track water in the house. Elizabeth and

Abigail Lewandowski-This weekend for mother’s day I am going to my grandma’s house. On Saturday we are uncovering the pool so we can go swimming. We are also Having a big bonfire with my family. On Sunday we will go to church. Then we go back to my grandma’s house. We give gifts to my mom my aunt and my grandma. Then it turns into a work day. Even though it’s mother’s day we still work because my grandpa want’s to get things out for summer. He’s more of the go go go type he can’t just sit around. Then we get the paddle boat out so we can go fishing in the pound. We also ride four wheelers and the side by side. Next we go to my great-grandma’s to mow the lawn and weed whip the yard. Even though the weekend is mostly working we still

My mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, all of whom were very religious, raised me. Although, I may not be very religious in my adulthood the one thing that I believe in is karma. I believe that one should treat everyone as they wish to be treated. I believe this simply because you never know if you will have to experience the situation that whomever you encounter is in.

The clouds are shining, the trees are singing, and the park is glistening. Throughout my childhood, during the summer months, I would try to go to Mason Mill at least once a week if not more; my family would stuff the car with all essentials like, a ball, umbrellas, sunscreen, chairs, and head out to the mini city we called our park. I remember my mother constructing large sandwiches stacked with unique ingredients, watching her make lunch was like watching an intense game of Tetris, each topping had to be placed perfectly. On our way to the park, we would chat about the week’s highlights, share jokes, and fool around. The day was young, and we were ready for the friendly yet exciting embrace that the park provides. Every time we visited, it

Summer is one of my favorite times of year. To most kids, summer means no school, vacation, swimming, being outdoors, and sleeping late. My family was not able to go on an actual vacation this year, but we enjoyed doing other fun activities. While most of my summer was very busy, it slowed down later on, and I enjoyed a lot of time at home with my family.

While reading the short story “Sunday In The Park” by Bel Kaufman, I envisioned what seemed to be a stereotypically happy family. It was 5:30 on a Sunday afternoon, while mom and husband Morton was cuddling on a park bench watching their son Larry play in the sandbox. Little did they know this Sunday would show their happy families true colors. The other little boy in the sandbox stood up and quickly threw a handful of sand towards Larry just missing his head. Larry continued playing as if it didn’t bother him while it bothered the mother more than anyone.

I don’t believe in karma because when I was told by doctors in Calgary Children's Hospital that I needed my large intestine removed in September of 2014, I remember thinking why me? My heart became filled with lead and I could feel the heartbeat getting heavier and heavier with every passing minute. The day they were talking about how the operation was going to happen I passed out, whither it was the heat from the room or my mind trying about the surgery, I do not know. What I did know was that December 11, 2014, was the day that my entire life would change and I kept asking the same question in my mind over and over, “ What did I do to deserve this?”. Before I was a nice kid, did not do anything severely enough and the concept of karma

I see myself: a young girl, maybe 3 years old, with her brother, an older, darker-haired boy with his arm wrapped around her. Behind us, a park. Our hair is a tangled mess, and from our windbreakers I can guess it is a windy fall day. Even though I don’t remember this photo being taken, I could tell you exactly what we did that day. On a late-fall Saturday in Virginia, my dad hauled his tackle box, my brother’s Spider-Man and my Tweety bird fishing rods as well as his own to 301 Park down the road from the first home I’d live in as a child. A typical day at that park would go like this for toddler-aged Peyton: fuel up with a Capri-Sun and Little Bites muffins, cast the rod. Reel in a leaf or two, pout in jealousy of the tiny fish my brother could catch. Take a break from fishing to feed the geese. Get bit by the geese. Take a break from feeding the geese by swinging on the swings. Down another Capri-Sun.

When people ask me what I did over the summer, I can never exactly choose which story to tell. Which story truly stood out. It’s not that I don’t do anything during the summer, but I can never decide which story is unquestionably the cream of the crop. This year however, I went to see my favorite band ever with my best friend Zoe.

It was your typical late-October afternoon; a little chilly and slightly dreary. Towards the end of a three day weekend my freshman year of high school, my friends and I wanted to do something besides watch movies all day. My friend, Austin, had suggested we all hop on the four wheelers and spend the day outside mudding. As soon as he mentioned it I immediately knew that I would not

Every week I go to preston for horse riding lessons, but only once a year my horse riding instructor, Stan, holds a big party. Every one who takes lesson from him comes and we all go horse riding. This is my favorite time of year, because I get to see all my friends and we all get to go horse riding. After we all ride for a while we go on hayrides until it gets dark, and once it gets dark we all sit by the campfire and eat. I was so excited.

For the last thirteen summers, my dad and I have made our annual expedition to Versailles, Indiana, for a week, so that we can go camping with my dad’s three brothers, cousins, and their children, which is about 20 Graver men in all, at the same camp site that holds so many memories of years past events, and soon to be events. When we camp there are three procedures that we follow: we eat when we are hungry, we sleep when we are tired, and we must be at the campground pool at 11:00 a.m., so we can be in our traditional location. If we are not at the pool or the campsite, then we are riding our bikes around the campground, enjoying God’s art and handiwork. This is the shortest week out of the entire year, but by far the most enjoyable week,